She just liked to do things as they came along rather than plan how to fuck, but she listened and went along with him.In bed she played with his cock,...self-satisfaction registering on her face when it grew to a gigantic size. If, she thought, he could use his cock as well as it looked, it would be a good night. She lowered her head to it."No," he said, reaching under her arms and pulling her upward until her tits were dangling just above his chest. "Run your jugs around my chest a little. Yeah,. Jeff and I chatted for about an hour, getting on well, and then the rain started to come down. He asked whether I had a place to stay for the night and invited me to stay with him and his partner. I accepted.When we got to his house it was already getting dark. His partner, Mark, was there. He was a bit taller, also in his late 50s. I hadn’t brought too many warm clothes and, feeling cold, they let me take a hot shower and gave me a robe. They had a cosy living room with a sofa and lounge. The stove, actually, all cooking places were natural gas too. Even the hot water heater was gas. We had plenty of candles and lanterns. So if we lost electricity, we would have light, cooking, heat, could bathe, and it was cold enough that food wouldn’t spoil if we put it outside. I checked around the outside of the house to make sure all was tight and secure for a wind predicted to be over sixty miles-per-hour. I made sure the wood for the fireplaces was in easy reach. Although each had a gas. Maybe she will lead elsewhere, but not here, or not yet anyways.” The date of the entry was only a year old.Careful examination of one of the sealed jugs proved to be food. Fresh vegetables, fruit, nuts and jerky. She had a full meal from this, resealed the jug and set it aside for later use. If it had kept the food fresh for untold ages, then maybe refilling it would prove a boon for later when food was short. Another jug had a water sign on it. This had fresh water in it, cool and sweet to.